Irwan Surprised

But Irwan didn't find it funny, his face was so serious and he was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Lecturer? What's his name?" His forehead was clearly wrinkled and he put the remaining quarter of his cigarette into the ashtray.

"Mr. Doni," Arsya replied carelessly.

Irwan was immediately taken aback. "What did you say? Isn't it wrong?"

"What is wrong? I haven't committed any sin, Wan." Arsya teases his friend.

"You're not wrong, are you? Is he really Mr Doni?"

"Yeah, I wasn't wrong. My friends who like to be up to date Lecturer biographies, who said. You know that I'm not really interested in myself, who are my lecturers? The important thing is that they teach it correctly, clearly and give me great marks. Does Mr. Doni also teach at your campus?"

"I find it hard to believe," said Irwan and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You don't believe me, Wan? Same, me too. I don't really think that Salsa is more fond of sugar daddy who has two children than choosing you who are still fresh graduates in making love." Arsya's expression has been looking stupid from now on but with a mocking smile her friend while Irwan really thinks this is a very serious matter.

"No, Man!" Irwan denied with absolute seriousness.

His eyes seemed to be searching for memories from the past, so empty with a face holding back emotion.

His hands are clenched, Arsya doesn't understand what her best friend is feeling, Arsya just thinks that her friend—Irwan just doesn't accept that Salsa wasted in order to choose a lecturer with two children, Mr. Doni.

"So what?" Arsya casually asked and she took her coffee cup again to drink.

"Mr Doni is Salsa's brother-in-law," explained Irwan.

Arsya accidentally splashed his drink, he also choked.

Arsya hastily took the tissue that was already available on their table and wiped her own lips.

His friend Irwan was just indifferent and thought more and more about what was going on. "God, you're also surprised," added Irwan without thinking about the water that had splashed onto the table and splashed onto his shirt.

"Wait a minute. You mean, Salsa is with his own brother-in-law, Mr. Doni? Is that so?"

"No," replied Irwan a little weakly.

He still did not expect the information that Arsya had conveyed. Even though Arsya doesn't know for sure who Mr. Doni is. "As far as I know, Salsa's sister is often sick. Maybe she's dead and Salsa is marrying."

"Get off the bed means?"

"Perhaps," Irwan replied unenthusiastically but suddenly the plan in his head just passed, "you're a student, right, do you want your final project? He's a lecturer who likes to be a mentor, right?"

"Yeah, you know very well about him, don't you? And he happened to be my supervisor. Some research should be with him, that is. He's a great lecturer on campus, many fans. Even though he's old, his face is still handsome, no wonder Sal –"

"Enough, don't do it. You seem happy when I'm rivaled by other people."

"Heh, sorry." Arsya apologized while worshiping Irwan.

"You have to help me."

"Help what else? Ah, I'm bored," said Arsya, not wanting to bother managing Irwan's life, which is full of love problems.

For Arsya, having given this information has also helped her friend—Irwan, so that he doesn't continue to wonder why his love ran aground without clarity.

***

Intan was restless, she just sat on the edge of the bed. Karin spends her time scribbling books, she loves to draw.

Karin always draws a family figure without a father, only Intan, herself and Sarah.

However, when Irwan came into her life she added Irwan. She called Daddy the Wingless Angel who was very handsome.

Suddenly Intan and Irwan smiled hearing that.

Seeing the calm Karin, Intan remembers some beautiful moments with Irwan, the man really loves Karin like his son, looks sincere without any frills seducing because he is in approach.

Irwan is indeed good, but unfortunately he is not destined to be a father, Karin continued.

Intan thinks that a good person like Irwan will get a better person for him, unlike her.

In the middle, Intan is still daydreaming, looking at Karin bitterly but her smile is also bright when sweet memories with Irwan pass through her mind.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

TOK! TOK! TOK!

Intan and Karin looked at the same time, they both looked at each other.

She looked at the clock on the wall in the room, it was still four in the afternoon because Intan and Karin had just finished their Asr prayer.

That's a sign, Mandar and his wife—Asri haven't come home yet. It means that the one who knocks on the door is the old man, Dedi.

"Yeah, who?" asked Intan, looking at Karin's frightened face.

Dedi's face, which looks scary, also makes a child like Karin feel his evil aura.

"Momm ...." Karin whispered.

"Shhh, it's okay honey." Their conversation was deliberately slowed down so that Dedi out there wouldn't hear.

"Intan, I've been shopping for the stake so that later my son and daughter-in-law can eat right away. You want to help me cook?" he asked loudly outside the room.

Intan and Karin looked at each other again.

Karin stopped Intan, but Intan really didn't like it when she refused to help cook the pegs that Dedi had brought because she was also staying and Intan didn't buy any food at all.

"Mommy go out first, Karin want to come?" invite Intan so that she won't be too awkward if Karin accompanies her.

But Intan didn't insist because she saw Karin was shaking so badly.

As Intan expected, Karin also didn't want to follow her and shook her head. "Yes, Mama cooks first." Immediately Intan got off the bed after he stroked the top of Karin's head.

"Intan, can you help me or not?" Dedi's voice was heard again.

Intan replied, "Yes, Uncle. Just a moment."

Then he opened the bedroom door, and Dedi's face was so close to the door.

It was like he was eavesdropping on Intan and Karin's conversation in the room, to the point that he was surprised that Intan opened the door without warning.

Dedi smirked with joy. "Hehe, I thought you didn't want to help me and have a good time sleeping in your room," he quipped, making Intan feel uncomfortable and also felt like she didn't like hearing it.

"What are you cooking, uncle?" asked Intan not wanting to question Dedi's satire.

"This!" Dedi held up a black plastic bag and saw kale leaves coming out of the plastic hole and some of the others were not visible until Dedi mentioned them one by one. "There are chili sauce, tofu and tempeh, salted fish and kale, Intan. Are you sure you're good at cooking?"

Intan smiled awkwardly. Her face was like a face planted with threads, it was very difficult to smile widely.

"Not really, Uncle. But if you only cook tofu, tempeh and kale, God willing, Intan can do it." Intan is humble.

"You have to, you have experience in being married," Dedi quipped again with a smile that looked so disgusting to Intan.

Bad thoughts ambush Intan continuously. He understands the smile of a coquettish man. Intan often saw that smile from Sarah's customers when Sarah brought the masher of her customers to visit the house once in a while.

Intan ignored him and just smiled without interest and suddenly his hand was pulled by Dedi.

"Let's go to the kitchen!" invite him.

Intan immediately brushed off the impertinent hand and did not hesitate to give a lecture.

"Sorry Uncle, don't hold it. Not mahrom."